Erotic Romance

Whew, it’s that time of year again: Christmas and New Year’s. This year has flown by in a hurry! Luckily, I put my pedal to the metal and wrote the next novel in the Curves and Spurs universe: Trapping Arabella.

Arabella Durante’s a con artist who has never been on the right side of the law. When she comes across wealthy stranger Will Ralston in a dusty Texas saloon, she’s sure that she’s found the perfect target. But when Will turns the tables on her, he makes a deal with the beautiful Arabella: serve him and his partner Brett Thorne for three months, and then go free forever.

Arabella suspects that Will expects more than just innocent housekeeping—the two brawny cowboys come from Fort Charles, where the custom is for two men to share one woman.

As Will and Brett try to train her in the sinful ways of Fort Charles, Arabella discovers strange, explosive pleasures as she learns how to please the two dominating alpha males in her life. But when an old enemy finds her, she’s forced to make a choice between her new life and the secrets of the past.

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Now,” he said, in control once more. “Tell me what he did.”

I looked up at the dark shape of his head, indignant. “Why do you need to know?” I demanded.

“So I can make sure you don’t get punished the same way twice,” he replied.

“I’m not telling you,” I said stubbornly. “The two of you think—you think you have some right to me.”

“What if we did? What if I told you that every woman needs to know who she belongs to?”

“Good,” he said, kissing me so hot and sweet that I lost track of my thoughts. “Then that makes two of us, Bella.”

This story goes on sale on Amazon on December 24, 2015, and for the first 48 hours, it will be only $0.99 (and $3.99) after that. Get it while it’s hot!

I’ve missed my naughty cowboys and their lovely ladies. If all goes well, I’m hoping to have more in this universe come 2016…and more for the Agency series as well! Let’s say it’s my New Year’s resolution to write some more yummy tales for the next year. Got an idea for me? I’d love to hear it.

The sequel to the #1 bestselling free bisexual romance on Amazon.com is now available! Check out An Agency Story: French Kiss for a delicious Parisian treat…

I was about to leave the room for a cold shower when my phone rang. It was a special ringtone, a ringtone that I assigned to just one person…my lips broke into an immediate smile at the sound.

Shanna’s face appeared on my phone screen, her cheeks pink and flushed, her blonde hair soft and loose around her face.

“Ashie,” she said, breathlessly. It was her pet name for me, and though I’d hated it at first it had stuck. Everyone but Mr. Stewart called me Ashie now–he was far too serious for nicknames in public. To him, I’d always be Ashlyn…or in private, I was his baby girl. I could never admit to him how much I liked that pet name, especially when I was on my knees in front of him, his eyes on me.

She groaned like an animal and I had my answer. She moved the phone and I could see them behind her, Mrs. Stewart’s red lips on her shoulder, Mr. Stewart’s rough hands on her soft, perky breasts. She was still dressed, but she may as well have been naked–I knew her body so well.

I felt a sudden warmth between my legs at the sight of the hard nubs of her nipples, barely covered with a thin cotton t-shirt.

I tingled with arousal. She just got to Paris and they couldn’t wait…they were ready to strip her naked and fuck her. Oh god–they were already touching her, their hands stroking over her firm flesh, their lips kissing every inch of her smooth skin. I wished that I was there…I missed her. And them.

“Didn’t seem right to start without you, Ashie,” said Mrs. Stewart, her eyes dark with desire and humor. She was elegant, even when dressed in just a bra and panties. Mr. Stewart glanced into the camera with a daring, steely look, and my mouth watered in response. Oh, how I wanted to taste him…his salty skin, his bitter cum. My memories of them were seared into my mind.

“Put the phone down, angel,” he muttered into her ear. He grabbed the phone from Shanna and the image blurred for a moment. When they came back into focus, I saw that the three of them were on top of a wide bed. He must have put the phone down on the bedside table. I collapsed on my hard, lonely twin bed–totally mesmerized.

They stripped her first. Off came that thin cotton t-shirt…then Mrs. Stewart was wiggling her khaki shorts down over her slim hips, and then Mr. Stewart was impatiently groping Shanna’s breasts, sliding his hands into her cups and squeezing the soft mounds as she made a soft squeak of protest. Mrs. Stewart laughed as she undid Shanna’s bra while her husband savaged Shanna’s breasts.

“Hold on, honey,” she cooed, but he ignored her, already pushing a hand into Shanna’s panties. Shanna’s entire body stiffened at the contact, and she leaned her head back and moaned as his hand began to move under the damp, thin fabric. Mrs. Stewart smiled devilishly at the camera–at me–and pulled Shanna’s panties down…

Eek! The new website is up–I hope you all like it! It took a lot of my time (and Mr. Salt’s time, if I’m being tooootally honest with you) to get it in shape. Having DIY’ed everything I now realize why people shell out the big bucks to web designers to do it for them. It’s not as easy as it seems, but everything is much snazzier now. More glitz, more glamor–kapow!

And now, what you’ve all been waiting for–a free excerpt of a sequel to Double Trouble. This one clocked in at 16,000 words of smutty foursome-y goodness. If everything goes according to plan, this one will be published this weekend, so you’ll have something fun to read over your Fourth of July holiday (for those of you here in the States). I’ll send out the blast to my mailing list as soon as it goes live (it’ll be $0.99 for the first day, and will be $2.99 after that).

It was good to get Shanna, Ashlyn, and the Stewarts together again. This story was unexpectedly romantic (maybe because it’s set in Paris?). I hope this little excerpt whets your appetite…

“Alright, girls,” she said. “Undress each other. And take your time,” she added.

Shanna and I looked at each other. Of course, she made the first move. She pulled my tank top up over my head and slid my bra straps down over my shoulders, one at a time. She was smiling the entire time. She reached behind me and undid my bra, then pulled the useless thing off my chest. Her eyes widened at the sight of my breasts. She lowered her mouth and was just about to lick my nipple into her mouth when Mrs. Stewart made a sound of disapproval.

Shanna pouted only for a moment before dropping to her knees in front of me. She pulled my panties the rest of the way down, then turned to look at the Stewarts, her eyes bright.

“Go ahead, Ashlyn,” she murmured to me. She was toying with a lock of her hair as she watched, her husband’s hand resting on her thigh.

Shanna had a shy grin on her face. It was almost infectious–I pictured collapsing onto the floor in giggles with her, but I glimpsed the brown tip of my nipple as I looked down and remembered what had brought us together in the first place. She ran a finger up my belly and between my breasts, teasing. She wasn’t going to disobey Mrs. Stewart…but she was going to push the limits that they’d set.

I reached for the top button on her shirtdress, my hands fumbling slightly as I moved down her dress, revealing inch after inch of bare skin. The dress slipped down on the right without me doing a thing, revealing one bare breast. Of course she wasn’t wearing a bra–would she even need it while she was here?

As I peeled the dress down, I revealed her soft, naked hips–no panties–and skimmed my hands over the curves of her ass. I brushed the tiny, delicate dimples above her cheeks with my fingertips, and she pushed herself against me, the hot look of desire in her eyes.

“Missed you, Ashie,” she said to me, before she broke all the rules and kissed me, pulling me to her, our breasts pressing against each other, softness against softness. My nipples hardened instantly at the contact.

This time, the Stewarts didn’t object. They let us kiss, our mouths wet and hungry, our hands running over each other’s bodies, remembering and relearning every inch of flesh. I’d forgotten what she smelled like–floral shampoo with the scent of roses. There was the faint scent of her sweat beneath the roses and it made me even wetter, an unbearable throbbing desire between my legs.

I can’t believe it’s done. It took me a good month and a half, but the last installment in the Curves and Spurs series – Rebecca saga is finally available on Amazon (free for KU subscribers!). What have I learned from writing this series?

Two men one woman menage might be my most favoritest thing ever.

I was never really into cowboys until now. I mean, all my life I hated country music…but after writing about the shenanigans that Carl and Jamie get up to, I can totally see the appeal now. Bring on the Stetsons and the denim and the rope, y’all. 😉

I can’t write a fragile, useless heroine. Just can’t. I love me some girls with some attitude!

If you haven’t started this series yet, pick up part one for FREE this weekend (March 20-21)! Also, for my fellow cowboy-addicts, there will be a new heroine and a new novelette set in the Curves and Spurs universe in the next few months. Keep an eye out!

p.s. There was an issue with chapter 2 of part four that has since been fixed. If you need an updated edition, contact me!

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“Are you sore still?” Her hands slid over my bare legs now, making long strokes up and down my thighs. I shook my head, hypnotized. “Good,” she whispered, and her hands found my ass, gently kneading the firm flesh.

I watched her eyes darken with lust. “You know,” she said. “I’m not surprised. I think you’re pretty cute, too.”

“You think I’m cute?”

“Yeah,” she said, a seductive smile on her lips. Her fingers found the edge of my panties and peeled them down my legs. Just as Professor Oakley had done the day before. The two of them…were they alike in their appetites?

She pulled them all the way off. I was sitting there, my legs spread open, my skirt only a few inches below the dark V of my pubic hair.

She didn’t take her eyes off me as she pushed my knees open even more, lifting the skirt up even further until she could see my bare, naked sex.

“You’re so pretty, Ellie,” she whispered, and dropped her head to kiss up my thigh. Her nose brushed my dark curls and I gasped. “You’re okay,” she murmured. “I just…I just want a little taste, Ellie…let me kiss you…”

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Squee! I have to say, it’s my favorite cover so far! Something about that gorgeous blue really makes it pop. I’m building up steam for the final Addie novel and I can’t wait to see it released by eXcessica publishing this December. P.S. – if you’re a fan of the Addie series, I have a few free copies for reviewers on Amazon or GoodReads (honest reviews only). Book review bloggers are welcome as well. If you’re interested, fill out the contact form!

Here’s a fun excerpt taken from the unpublished novel:

“You taste sweet,” he murmured. “Like a beautiful girl should.”

“That’s just the martini,” I said, my cheeks growing warm.

“No,” he said. “It’s the truth.” He ran his fingers down my front, feeling my body through the silky dress. I inhaled, my head spinning from the alcohol and his firm touch.

He worked down the top of the dress until my breasts were bare, hanging in front of him like ripe fruit.

He buried his nose between them, breathing in my scent. My nipples hardened so fast that it hurt.

He didn’t answer. Instead, he took a breast in each hand, stroking the soft flesh like he was milking me. “Oh,” I gasped, my mouth watering.

I sighed as he leaned forward to suck on a nipple, his tongue flickering over the tip. I moaned as he switched to the other breast, leaving my nipple wet and tingling.

As he suckled at my tits his hands rounded behind me, squeezing my ass, working the dress up over the tops of my thighs until my black thong was exposed. He massaged my bare ass cheeks as I trembled, just waiting for someone to discover us in here, with me half naked, my breasts in his face.

I heard him unzip his trousers, and gasped to feel his hot cock sliding up between my thighs. I looked down at him, my eyes wide, watching him tongue my nipples. I spread my legs, offering myself to him—as if by habit.

He ran his fingers down my thong until the triangle of fabric disappeared into a single wet cord sliding through my pussy lips. He pushed it into me, rubbing me through the thong.

I feel like things got a little nastier as I wrote this series…but then, that always happens when you write menage/threesomes. I have to say, I love it when that happens. The final story in the Agency series (for now!) is available on Amazon, the Nook store, All Romance eBooks, Apple & Google Play starting today!

I bit my lip and slid my hand slowly down my flat, bare belly. Time to try and let go. It was almost a nightly habit to play with myself, now—I used to only do it when I was stressed or going through a bout of insomnia, but college meant I was stressed out all the freaking time. It was a nice way to go to sleep, feeling that moist warmth throbbing out from my pussy, pouring through my body and easing me into my dreams.

I spread my thighs and ran my fingers down my lower lips, feeling the soft fuzz on the closed, warm folds. I needed something—or someone—to think about. My mind drifted. Exes…cute girls from the sorority…that hot guy I ran past on the way to the pier?

Mr. Edgar climbed onto the bed behind his wife, pulling off her throw. His dark eyes wicked, he peeled off her bikini top to reveal her round, soft breasts, topped with rich chocolate nipples.

I touched a nipple with a fingertip, making light, delicious circles. That’s how he would touch her…teasing her soft peaks into hard nubs, then sucking them into his mouth one at a time.

He squeezed her breasts together so he could switch between her nipples, licking across both of them with his wide, wet tongue. She moaned, arching her back. Her hands pulled at his belt, unbuckling him and stroking across the taut swelling in his pants. “I want you to come in my mouth,” she murmured to him.

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